It was 07:30 and the temperature was recording -8 degrees when we arrived in the woods. The air was clear and the dark skies that earlier had glittered with stars now held the promise of a sun rise. Thankfully the air was still and we were not chilled further by a breeze.
We made our way to the deep wood grove in the dim light, colours were still not strong but we could see the path easily. Crows flew around the wood calling as though alerting the spirits to our approach.
The grove space was welcoming and it felt warmer inside the ring of trees. We gently formed our temple space and were rewarded by a chorus of birds responding to our intent. We honoured the spirits of place and the Lady Brigid whose footsteps were marked by the bulbs starting to show through the leafy floor.
Then we created thought circles of awareness beginning with our own personal feelings at the moment; then a larger circle with thoughts and prayers for those we love and care for, for our colleagues, for those close to us; the next thought circle took us out into the wider world as we felt for those suffering under colder temperatures than we are experiencing , those who are homeless, sending thoughts of peace and spiritual awakening.
With these thoughts expressed, we put some movement into our rite with a group yawn and stretch sending our rite energies into the world around us.
As we shared hot milk and brioche, inquisitive dogs and walkers began to arrive in the woods so we closed with the Druid’s Oath and Awens which must have surprised a few of them:>)
A truly gentle rite of waking.





















